Ouch.

 

Wow.

 

(In order to give credit where it's due, I suppose I should say...see larknews.com for more laughs / information.)

It's the little things in life...

There is one piece of paperwork standing between me and my freedom.

 

ONE thing left on my To-Do List.

 

One little thing.

 

And I can't get it done.

 

I have to wait on someone else to do their part first...

 

...before my Vacation starts.

 

(And when it starts, it will be wonderful. I will not have to look at papers for two whole weeks. I will live off the money I saved up. I will say things like "I Am On Vacation!" and giggle with my friends.)

 

BUT.

 

It's the little things in life. The small things.

 

Like that

One.

    Small.

        Paper.

Wordle...

This thing is fun...

You can see what words I use (maybe too often) in my blog. Or what you use in yours.

Pretty fantastic, actually!

P.S~ Click on the title to go to the site (I think it will work...we shall see!)

...& we all know God's favorite swimsuit is...

WOW, I need to pack. Seriously.

When I walk into my room, the first thing I do (everyday for 4 or 5 days now) is almost stumble over the duffle bag sitting in the middle of my floor. Sure, it already has a sleeping bag and a tent in it. And all the “cute” bathing suits I own (including sweet baby Jesus’ favorite style – the Tankini of Holy Modesty). And a dress. And snacks. (That says something about my priorities, now doesn’t it?)

But I am lacking a few crucial items. Shampoo might be a good plan. Toothpaste. “Normal” clothing. People like it when I do NOT wear the same outfit for 2 weeks running.

But, shocking though this may be, I hate to pack.

The decisions, the folding, the organizing…

Ew.

Thus, every evening I wage war. A quiet war. I walk into my room to put away my shoes or purse or sunglasses or whatever (I’ve become rather organized in my attempt to stop losing things!) and my bag is there. Staring at me. Accusingly. My laundry basket – full of clean clothes – beckons.

And I pass them by, put away my shoes, and go make dinner.

Another small victory for laziness.

The Infamous First Post

I like to write. Sometimes. I think it’s more that I like the idea of writing, of creating something, of communicating what I’ve seen or thought or overheard with others. I can’t create a sunset, or a turtle, or the smell of a pine tree after it’s rained. Or of my apartment after the stove caught on fire. But maybe I can create a sense of what those things were like. I can create (well, re-create) the my feelings and perceptions, and pass them along to others.

That’s pretty cool.

Wow, I just said “cool.” In a first post. How tragic.

Next thing I know, I’ll be inserting “like” into every sentence. That would, like, be totally awesome!

So let’s see…something about me. So those of you playing along at home can have some idea of who you are listening to (figuratively speaking) as you read this.

I love coffee. I am a caffeine addict. I have lived in The South (dun, dun dun!) my whole life, but without developing a southern accent. I can read and understand Spanish, but people wouldn’t know that from the way I talk. I am a bit obsessed with the sky. Sunsets mainly. But I am totally that strange friend who calls you up to tell you to “look at the sky – it’s AMAZING!”

And you thought we hadn’t met before.

What else…I make faces. Juvenile ones. All. The. Time. I have one of the most boring jobs imaginable. I am a big fan of food. Asian, Mexican, whatever. The authentic stuff is more fun than what you typically get at restaurants. I love Jesus, or at least I try to. I am really bad at it actually. I also love to read. Almost anything. Except educational books and non-fiction. Every once in a while I finish a theological book, and I read the Bible, but other than that I read “stories.”

I am about to leave for Hawaii. I will in all likelihood be broke when I get back home. Broke and sunburned.

I have a sarcastic sense of humor. You know the song where that guy says he’s “the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral?” Well, that’s me and my family.

It’s pretty horrible. But hilarious.

Maybe later I’ll find something funny to say…now that my side of the introductions is over.

…And you are…?